six in the morning.
Four hours of sleep and a slight burning in his eyes.
I get decided by force, as I always do when I sleep alone.
Half an hour later I'm out.
My right hand holding the helmet, the left is in a tight fist.
Quest'antipatico smell of city already makes its way into my lungs.
The sky is gray. An impromptu
wind makes me nervous and feel the sharp freshness of the morning air, while the deep echo of distant thunder makes the atmosphere heavy and dark.
My mind, as usual, alienating itself from this impressive backdrop, only a few steps behind.
are not clear. An evil thought grips me.
You're sick and feel. I warned him for months.
And even before you did this to me, I felt that even the umpteenth and final offensive that you had had the idea to set off (the most beautiful and ingenious in truth) would be too heavy for the slender and curved kidneys of those modern men winning on which should, in large part, leverage.
was January, three months ago.
I remember crying in the most terrible loneliness and misunderstanding, as I was certain that no one, absolutely no one would understand the reason for my pain. I had the courage to mention it only through many uncertain terms to a person who, in the meantime, I became dear. Of course, with few results.
In that same period of time I found myself without a job.
I was so disgusted by the men who had decided to keep in under-seat of my bike that affiliate black iron that you saw in the room, so you can effectively deal with the possibility of crossing a lucky person in beard and curls. Their virus seems to have infected all of humanity. I do not find many exceptions. We are truly surrounded by unconscious non-thinking zombies, just like in American movies.
This mood lasted for some time, even after you have found my new job, so much so that some have even thought I was a man now "old" feel they have nothing they can discover.
Fortunately this bad time is over.
I found reasons to smile, I'm back to be mocking.
And every day when I hear the creaking invariably produced by this immense caravan of lies ... a grin on my face looks.
There are cracks everywhere in this system.
The same nature is on our side, simply because change.
Life does not end here, there will be other occasions.
I have not given up.
And if I let go of me ... how can you give up?!
You ... you have the soul of the emperor and the look of a Legionnaire!
How can you just stop running?! The
Fatum grant us new opportunities coming soon!
Do not stop! Do not!
"Defeats become undone when we do not have the strength to fight.", Remember?
If you give in now, I would not have anyone to share more fully in my spirituality.
Our dream is by far, but we look to the future.
That 's what I've always said.
not betray us. Foul
least for me.
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